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Monday, September 26, 2011

Blargle...

I don't have enough tabs open for a legitimate link dump.

My right thumb is sore. Every time I go to gun school, I can always tell where the old fracture from the motorcycle wreck is. (The thumb was broken in the little-bitty 60+mph wreck on the interstate, not the great big 40mph wreck on the surface street...) The damp cool weather isn't helping, either.

Whine, whine, whine... Oh, poor me, my gun hand hurts because I shot a bajillion rounds over the weekend with a bunch of cool dudes and learned a lot of good stuff. Feel sorry for me!

Anyhow... oh, wait, I have one open tab to clear! Oleg took a picture of me back at the LuckyGunner shoot that somehow makes me look like a human being despite the fact that I was probably half-dead with the heat at the time. Normally I hate being photographed, but hating being photographed when Oleg is around is like hating getting wet when it's raining.

Hmm... That lip. Tam, do you have a Hapsburg in the woodpile, somewhere? That would explain a lot.

For the record, I'll say that the Yachting Photo still has a place of honor on my hard drive, not just for the evident feminine pulchritude, but also for the absolutely magnificent grumpiness displayed on Our Tam's face.